Cypress Hill - Whatta You Know lyrics
[Cypress Hill - Whatta You Know lyrics]
B-Real:
Whatta you know? The nigga stole my dough
So I reached in the closet for the 4-4
It's gone
Along with my big bad nickel-plated
Whatta you know? The fucker took my phone
I still can't believe that he robbed my home!
Whatta you know? I think he got to the herb
And the ferria, and the jewlery
And the Mossberg
Whatta you know? I can't find
My keys to the 6-5 all the way live on D's
Whatta you know? I can't find my Rolex
With the 21 diamonds, shinin' on flecks
Whatta you know? When I
Find that mark-ass nigga
I'mma cut out his fuckin' heart! Sen-Dog:
Whatta you know? I came up on this baller
For the dollar and the weed sack
And his Impala! Whatta you think
When you can't trust your so-called homie
Like me, and you thought that you know me?
Whatta you feel
When you're lookin' in the closet
And the gat's gone
And so is your cellular phone?
Whatta you know? I took your
Loot and the jewels
With the buddah and the laptop
In the nickel-plated tool!
Whatta you know? Now I run the show
With the phat pockets and
The nigga's fly gold
Wahtta you think, when ya ass gets jacked
By a homie who was supposed
To have your back?
B-Real:
Whatta you know? I'm rollin' in my zone
And I think I see the puto who rigged my home
Should I dump on the man
Leave him lying in the mud?
Wahtta you know? He pulled out my 4-4
Now I got no choice, so I let it all flow
4-5 equal, in time for some tractions
Forty-five slug is bad for your complexion
Now the puto's lyin' in a fuckin' ditch!
Whatta you know? The nigga stole my dough
So I reached in the closet for the 4-4
It's gone
Along with my big bad nickel-plated
Whatta you know? The fucker took my phone
I still can't believe that he robbed my home!
Whatta you know? I think he got to the herb
And the ferria, and the jewlery
And the Mossberg
Whatta you know? I can't find
My keys to the 6-5 all the way live on D's
Whatta you know? I can't find my Rolex
With the 21 diamonds, shinin' on flecks
Whatta you know? When I
Find that mark-ass nigga
I'mma cut out his fuckin' heart! Sen-Dog:
Whatta you know? I came up on this baller
For the dollar and the weed sack
And his Impala! Whatta you think
When you can't trust your so-called homie
Like me, and you thought that you know me?
Whatta you feel
When you're lookin' in the closet
And the gat's gone
And so is your cellular phone?
Whatta you know? I took your
Loot and the jewels
With the buddah and the laptop
In the nickel-plated tool!
Whatta you know? Now I run the show
With the phat pockets and
The nigga's fly gold
Wahtta you think, when ya ass gets jacked
By a homie who was supposed
To have your back?
B-Real:
Whatta you know? I'm rollin' in my zone
And I think I see the puto who rigged my home
Should I dump on the man
Leave him lying in the mud?
Wahtta you know? He pulled out my 4-4
Now I got no choice, so I let it all flow
4-5 equal, in time for some tractions
Forty-five slug is bad for your complexion
Now the puto's lyin' in a fuckin' ditch!